C28 Past Numbers 43 and 44

So dark.

Where is this place?

When I came back to myself, I was standing in front of the door to hell again.

In the middle of the door was carved a heart that was riddled with holes. It was dragged towards the abyss of eternal damnation by countless pairs of evil spirits from hell — the wrath of a sea beast with seven horns, the hypocrisy of stripped clothes, and the greed of a beast with its mouth wide open.

I pushed open the door.

In the delivery room.

A thin woman was giving birth. Her black hair covered her face, and the doctor did not feel any pity for her. Instead, he roughly pulled her feet apart.

"The baby's head is too big." The doctor's voice was very cold, "Three minutes later, if you still haven't been born, you can just directly dig your abdomen."

It was snowing outside the window, and a group of ragged people were digging holes in the snow. Behind them stood a line of Nazi soldiers.

"Stop!" One of the soldiers said.

The labourers dropped their hoes, which contained men, women with their heads wrapped, and children without shoes.

The children looked confused, the women began to cry, and the men looked indifferent.

"Shoot!"

With gunshots, the group of workers fell into the pit they dug without a sound.

"Sir, would you like me to reveal a little more about my trip to Tibet? Have you actually seen the ancestors of our great Germanic people? I'm so curious and excited! "

I turned my head and saw that there were two people drinking tea next to the crib. They seemed to be accustomed to ignoring the shriek of the pregnant woman.

One of them was a skinny doctor in a white coat. His hair was carefully combed back with wax. Beneath the white coat was a Nazi uniform.

He seemed a little squeamish about eating cake with white gloves.

"Mengele, I have told you everything I can tell you. The Aryans are, as expected, descendants of God. It's a pity that the God's blood that flows in our bodies has been diluted to nothing after thousands of years of interracial marriage. " The officer with the buzz cut spoke up from the other side. He had a pair of round glasses with gold rims on his face.

"Sir, please help me deliver a message to the Head of State," the doctor said as he rubbed his hands together, his face red from excitement. "The experiment will definitely succeed, my doctoral dissertation at the University of Munich was on race and race. If the Aryan people's ancestors really came from Tibet, then I am very sure that these Gypsy came from there too …"

"— I've already carefully studied the skulls and hairstyles of the Tibetan people you brought back. They have 80% of the characteristics of these Gypsy s, especially this one —" The doctor pointed to the pregnant woman on the bed.

"They have never been married to outsiders, and their genes are theoretically maintained at their original quality."

My whole body jolted, and a name floated into my mind.

Joseph. Mengele.

The "Angel of Death" during World War II, the infamous Killing Doctor!

He was a superstitious believer in the superiority of race, and an ardent advocate of Aryan racial supremacy. He was the one who conducted the most brutal experiments in the wartime concentration camps.

History has recorded that the first concentration camp that Mengele took over was Auschwitz — a concentration camp specifically for the Gypsy.

Could it be that the Gypsy is really the same as my family, and maintains the so-called 'pure god bloodline'?

I thought of the Gypsy Girl holding my wrist, gesturing to tell me Vadoma's last words:

You and I, like my children, have the blood of God. But I am the last of my kind.

I looked out the window at the bodies lying in the pits, with their Gypsy black hair and angular faces.

Vadoma, Vadoma, is this what you want to tell me? Your ancestors and mine came from Tibet?

"But your experiments so far have failed." My thoughts were interrupted by the short-haired officer, who frowned a little gloomily.

"You let us senior officers of the Germanic race sleep with these dirty gypsy women, but so far none of the children have been healthy —"

"Dear General Himmler, allow me to explain to you that there is a risk in racial hybridization," Mengele said hastily, before the short-haired officer could finish. "For months I have been working on dissecting those deformed babies, and I have concluded that the genes of the gods in the Aryan blood are already quite thin, and that once they are fused with those of the highest concentration, it is easy to mutate — but I attribute this mutation to ancestral phenomena. Please give me a little more time, I believe this time-- "

Mengele suddenly smiled mysteriously.

"— This time I won't fail."

"It's born!" It has been born! " The nurse shouted excitedly, "Sir!" Twins! "Healthy twins!"

"The Führer bless! Long live the Germans! Hitler! " Mengele jumped up excitedly and crossed himself.

"General Himmler, the Fiihrer's number!" A German soldier pushed open the door and saluted.

"I will leave first. I will report your experiment to the Head of the Guards." The leader put down his tea cup and stood up, pushing his glasses. "But — they are your own sons, can you guarantee that you will not have feelings for them?"

Mengele raised his chin. He straightened up and saluted with a Nazi salute.

"Sir, they're not my children. They're just experimental subjects."

In the midst of the crying of the two children, Mengele laughed, a harmless laugh.

I have seen this smile on Alpha's face before.

I finally understood why Mengele seemed so familiar to me. He was Vadoma's photo and the man in the military uniform in the frame beside the mirror.

Himmler nods his head in satisfaction and walks out.

"Sir, what about this woman?" The doctor in charge of the delivery turned to Mengele. "To the gas chamber or to the grave?"

"Pah!" Mengele slapped the doctor in the face.

"Keep her alive! "She was the one who contributed to the revival of our Aryan race!" Mengele grinned:

"And my important subjects."

Mengele's smile chilled me.

When I came back to my senses, there were two three-year-old kids in front of me. The younger one hid behind the older one and timidly shouted:

"Father..."

"How many times have I told you not to call me Daddy! Call me Doctor Mengele! "

Mengele turned his head impatiently and shouted at them both.

"Dr. Mengele... Can we go to bed now? " The two children were so frightened that tears welled up in their eyes.

"Wait a little longer."

Mengele put down the report and opened the door to his office, where a few ragged Jewish children were standing.

"Uncle Mengele." These children called out in soft and childish voices.

"Good girl." Mengele revealed a warm smile, took out some candy and biscuits from his pocket and handed them over to the children.

"Eat then. Once you're done eating, follow this uncle down to the car."

He motioned to one of the Nazi soldiers standing in the back and touched the children's heads. "Good night."

Mengele's smile vanished the instant he closed the door. He watched through the glass as the kids got into a green military truck and dialed:

"The little bastards have been sent to the lab. The autopsy will be in my office next week."

With that, he turned around and frowned at the twins. "Hey, your hair is black, and your eyes are not blue. The Head of State is coming to inspect next month, so it's not a good thing."

The two children followed Mengele out the door and into the basement. They passed through rows and rows of low iron cages with Gypsy s whose eyes had been gouged out or their limbs amputated.

"Give them the latest research and development results." Mengele said to another man who looked like a doctor.

"But... "The success rate of this research and development project is less than 50%..." The doctor hesitated.

"Enough, even if I fail, I won't die." Mengele grew impatient.

Ahh!

The child's scream echoed in the basement.

The two children's hair had turned golden, and their eyes were a light blue like the ocean.

One of them was rolling around on the ground in pain.

"Big brother, big brother!" It's so dark, I can't see! " The child's tears ran from his blue eyes to the broken crystal.

"Don't scream! Daddy will kill us! " The older brother quickly covered his brother's mouth.

Wuu..." "The younger brother twitched on the ground.

I fell to the ground, trembling.

What is the cruelest thing in the world?

It's not the loss of light, it's the stabbing of your dearest eyes.

It was not that he had lost hope, but that there was no hope from the moment he was born.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft voice resounded amidst the darkness and silence.

"Brother, do you think we have a name?"

The younger brother curled up on the only cot. "I heard the officers outside say that their children all had names. Their children are named by their parents. "

"Dr. Mengele said we didn't need a name and we didn't need a mother."

"Brother, but I really want to have a name. Can I give you a name? "

"I don't need a name."

In a flash, the light blinded me.

It was a big house, with red brick walls and a forest and lawn outside. The air was filled with the scent of camphor.

I recognize this place.

Such a beautiful place, yet it had a cruel name that did not match it:

The Spring of Life farm.

Mengele got out of a luxurious car with two children.

He walked them to the door, stroked the heads of the two brothers, took out candy from his pocket, and showed them a smile and a mouthful of white teeth.

"Go in, I'll come see you next time."

"From today onwards, you will live on the second floor," said the leading nurse, and she wriggled forward with her bloated body.

"The children on the second floor were carefully selected by Dr. Mengele. Like you, they are mostly twins — you will be the strongest Aryan warriors ever."

His younger brother could not see as he listened to the sounds around him in horror. He stumbled as he pulled on his older brother's clothes.

There was no expression on his brother's face.

"I heard that your mother is a Gypsy?"

The doctor sitting in the office looked at the file and said to another doctor beside him:

"According to our research, when the Gypsy first snuck into Europe, they always made a living using divination techniques. However, according to the data of our brain anatomy, they actually did not have any prophetic abilities, it was just a little trick by these inferior thugs. Their central nervous system is very developed, and they are even more powerful than the brain waves of ordinary people. So they can read more or less the minds of the interviewees, and then they can tell us exactly what the interviewees are thinking — divide them into B, and inject lidocaine four times a day, with an electric shock, to see if it affects neurons in the temporal lobe of the brain. "

I've never heard of lidocaine, but aminophylline is a respiratory drug that is usually forbidden to minors under the age of eighteen and can cause seizures if you overdose it.

"Take them down, don't forget to carve the number on your arm. Right now, there are more and more children here, I can't even tell the difference between them." The doctor rolled his eyes, "Brother should be number 43, younger brother should be number 44."